A Tributes Story2: A tributes story2: We where moving, maybe we where on a train! I looked at my hands, they where bloody. Just as the rest of my body... The door opened and in came a blond girl in red clothes. She didn't say anything but on the table in my room she put a plate with lamb stew. My favorite. Beside she had a box with a wet towel and some bandages... She startes with Wash my wounds and put my hands in bandages. I asked what had happened with me. But she just pointed at me and then at the shower. Maybe i had to shower...

A Tributes Story A tributes story1: I woke up after a horrible nightmare. It was the reaping and i was pickes as the tribute for district 11. The district for ageiculture. I felt something was wrong... This was way to modern to be my home! This was way to good bed to be the one me and my sister was sharing! And our house isn't moving! WE WHERE MOVING!

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